Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
‘Isn’t it the woman who is supposed to be having mood swings?’ Trace has teased me. I had been very, very close to knocking his lights out. I still wanted to.
He hadn’t been wrong, though. Loving Anastasia made me more vulnerable. Moody. Even needy. And that was something I had not been since I was a child.
I had been called dangerous. Brave. Ruthless. Loyal. Fearless.
But vulnerable? Hell to the no.
My wife had done that to me. And despite the unfamiliarity of the emotion, I didn’t mind a bit. To the contrary, I leaned into it. I had more to lose now, that was all.
“What if we go out into the water?”
“I’m not sure that is a good idea. Is it safe for the baby?”
“Salt water? I’m pretty sure the kid is floating in their own private lagoon right now.”
She smiled tentatively and gave me an uncertain look. That settled it. I scooped her up and carried her into our villa. Our bedroom had big doors that opened up to a private garden, and the sea beyond. That would be ‘natural’ enough.
“Vice? What are you doing?”
“Mama bear knows best,” I said with a grin as I lowered her to her feet at the foot of the enormous bed. It was bigger than a California King. It must have been custom. Lord knows how they found sheets to fit it. It was a lot of fun to play in though. I wanted one of my own.
“No salt water for baby.”
We had made very good use of this very bed on our honeymoon, and already a couple of times since we arrived yesterday. My lady didn’t have her usual stamina though, which was just fine with me.
“I’m all sandy!”
“Would the lady prefer to be serviced in the shower?”
She giggled and nodded.
“Actually maybe rinsing off is a good idea,” she said shyly. I swallowed, my desire for her hitting me like a tidal wave. She looked so beautiful standing there with my baby growing inside her, so close to being ready to come out.
I could not wait to meet him or her.
“Follow me,” I said, kissing the back of her hand and leading her to the massive on suite shower. This place was truly phenomenal. It was not unlike stepping into a movie set, minus the cameras and production assistants running around.
I had tried my best to recreate the things my bride liked about it when building our house back home. Our new home. In fact, I had given her a stack of interior design magazines and let her go to town. We had lovingly designed every inch of our home together.
The guys had helped me put it together fast. Our baby hadn’t been conceived there, but we had been there half a year, after bouncing around a bit and traveling.
Our shower back home was lacking one thing: it didn’t have an indoor/outdoor shower the size of the average person’s bedroom. This one had benches on three sides, while ours only had one bench. More was better, in this particular circumstance.
I looked around and grinned happily. Lots of places to get creative with pleasing my lady. And please her, I would. I took pride in my ability to bring her pleasure. It was pretty much the greatest job in the world. It was time to clock in and get to work.
Right about now.
First I turned on the shower head on one side, leaving the other side dry. I figured it would be more fun to share. Once it was the perfect temperature, I stripped my lady out of her bikini and got out the shower gel.
“I’m going to wash you very, very thoroughly,” I promised. I saw her shiver in anticipation. “Under the water, please. I don’t want you to get too cold.”
She giggled.
“It’s ninety degrees outside.”
“Yes but the villa is air conditioned.”
“You turned the AC off!”
It was true. We had all the doors and windows open. The thick walls and ceiling fans, combined with the ocean breeze, made it much cooler inside than out. If it got too hot later, we could turn the AC back on. Right now, it was perfect.
“It’s still a tad chilly in here,” I lectured her, rubbing my palms together to create foam. The smell was vaguely reminiscent of the sea. I liked it.
I reached out to cup her breasts, slowly creating a lather all over them. We both made a soft sound of contentment. It was always like this when we touched. Pure pleasure. She centered me and started my engine, all at once.
Simply being near her put me at ease, and made me excruciatingly horny at the same time.
She gasped as I tugged gently at her erect nipples.
“Too sore?”
“No… don’t stop.”
My lady didn’t have to tell me twice. I put more gel on my hands and slid them lower, washing the roundness of her belly, then her sexy flanks, and finally the gorgeous globes of her perky butt.